HARRY IN DANGER. 117

‘Ah, we think little about the life of a black,’
he answered carelessly.

‘So it seems,’ I said, for I felt utterly horrified
at what I had witnessed. <A feeling of desperate
indifference to my own fate bad crept over me.
‘Poor Paul! that the wretches should have treated
you thus,’ I said to myself. Then I remembered
how Paul would have acted, and I prayed that he
might be protected, though I confess I had little
expectation of his escaping the ravenous jaws of
a shark.

So eager was I to ascertain what had happened,
that had not my friend locked the door on me, in
spite of his warnings, I should have gone out
again to watch the progress of the chase. Some
time elapsed; I longed again to hear the sound of
the corvette’s guns, but in vain. The wind had
increased, as I could judge by the movement of
the vessel; and I at length began to fear that she
would after all escape.

Some hours passed away, my friend at length
came back. ‘You are hungry, I dare say,’ he said,
‘and you may come into the cabin and have some
supper, but it is not safe for you to go on deck,

the crew are angry at your having interfered about